Friday, 11 October 2013

Cat Cafe: Lunacy Beckons


I would love to go, and inevitably, probably will end up going. I was about to protest the idiocy of such an escapade, but resistance is futile. Instead of saying ‘I told you so’, I’m just going to articulate my concerns in the silent void of the internet.  

Assumptions: Lots of girls read TimeOut, and want cats, but can’t have them because London is shit and their jobs take too long.  Girls also like coffee, and the strange mix of companionship, soft fur and lack of responsibility that comes from playing with a friend’s pet, perhaps over a coffee at their house, then going home.

Some clever ladies have come up with a Cat Cafe, having seen a Cat Cafe in Japan. Geniuses, those two. What inventive people they are.

Timeout has mentioned this to its largely female and pet-affection-starved readership, and some people very close to me would like to visit said establishment. I am felt compelled to issue the following:

TIMEOUT OVER-EXPOSURE CAVEAT: Now that everybody knows where it is, and the weather’s foul, it will be:
FULL of people getting in the way and not finding anywhere to sit, and
FULL of people standing near people who are sat near cats

It may even be so over-exposed that the beleaguered owners have to give those intending to sit cat-adjacent a time-sensitive ticket, reducing the crush between the Cat-Approach Area and the cramped Non-Cat Area of the Cat Cafe. This may even lead to the existence of a Cat Queue.
Such a crush will be encouraged by the owners, as it will allow them to maximise revenue generation and ‘buzz’ around the Cat Cafe, so I expect the Non-Cat Area to be extra-narrow, hot, loud and uncomfortable, and by design, forcing us into the apparent comfort offered by the Cat Approach Area.

Despite all this, we should go. Could be a laugh, and who doesn’t like cats?

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